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I might just be home all day anyways. November 6 is national Master Chief Day.
Tarragon: sighs. "It's not like anyone's there."
Nick: lands. "See you. Maybe we can train again." Retracts wings.
(In the air.)
Tarragon: "Home."
Tarragon: looks down at my arm.
Yeah, I'm going to vote for that guy.
Nick: shrugs. "Well, not to offend you, but you're as skinny as a twig." Pauses. "But I admire your strength and attitude." Tarragon: sneaks back...
Tarragon: looks at him. "You took that very well."
Nick: "About what? The improv? Or that you look like you can barely lift a sword? But yet have the strength to pin me?"
That's why I'm not voting. I don't want to get yelled at by people when my choice is wrong.
Nick: stands up and takes off. Hovers above her. Smirks. "It's called improv. You're a lot stronger than you look." Tarragon: sighs and walks out.
Tarragon: nods. Puts the keys in.
Tarragon: grimaces. "Thanks."
Nick: stares at her. "You bet."
I think either way we're screwed.
Ok then.
Nick: "I can see that." Struggles.
Boy: drops the ground holding foot. Other gang members appear. Tarragon: stands up still clutching arm.
Nick: lands next to her. "Wow, how are you doing that?" Eyes wide.